Turns out I'm not very comitted to a site like DA...or the internet really. I don't do much but sit around when I'm on. Yeah, some things are interesting, but that interest doesn't last very long.

You people can live without me. I could disappear for a year and you probably wouldn't even notice. I ain't killin' myself and I've stopped cutting (for about a month now, new record, hope it lasts.) but...I'm in a lot more bull shit right now than I can handle. Promises keep getting made to me and then FAM! Broken. -snaps fingers- Like that. I expect it but my patients is wearing thin. I've also been threatened recently that if I don't start doing shit soon I'll get kicked out. Whatever. I'd be much happier in a teen shelter than this place. Whatever.

Like the Journal title says.

Later Days.

C.H.R.I.S. B.E.L.L.

Logged out. Most likely ain't comin' back.

PS. I'll make two last deviations, dedicated to the girl I love yet don't deserve...
Prose and Art.

I'll continue art...it's all I'm good at besides disregarding my own worries and panicks and listening to others...no one cares so I don't see why I should either. There must be a reason I'm like this. -chuckles- Perhaps there is a god. He needed someone to fuck with, Why not me? Amusing ain't it...? Pretending that, even if there was a god, he'd wanna toy with me alone...? ...that sounded naughty. -lulz- Yeah..I'm done. Later. maybe.
























Escape the Fate. A band name? Never more true. Never so hard to achieve.